My bank account, me to calm down The billboards tellin me to down Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out Could give a about later bitch Im on now Ha, you the shine is what I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB killin rap niggas, thats what I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same Im tired of these niggas, tired of over the same bitch funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane Switch it up on you watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all these wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I that shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of fuck with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its for young niggas to shut down shit If you yappin in the club you surrounded They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he breathin Like its out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu Took em shopping, em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!